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    Lines of worry marred his brow. “I do nae know. If whoever is behind the attack has the ability to bring humans to the Otherworld as well as erase the English knight’s trail, then their power is great.”
    Scraping her teeth across her lower lip, Catarine studied the unconscious lord. An ache built in her chest. Was it a spell? Never had she heard of a fairy being attracted to a human.
    A yell sounded.
    Had they found the trail? She glanced toward the stone circle.
    Atair waved the fey warriors to him. The men gathered around him. A head shook, then another. A frown deepened on his brow as Atair stepped from the group and strode toward Catarine and Sionn, the others following suit.
    Frustration built within her. “They have found naught.”
    “Who has found naught?” Trálin asked, his voice rough as he fought his semi-conscious state.
    The woman hesitated, then a smile touched her mouth. “You are awake.”
    “Aye,” he replied, refusing to have his question dismissed. “Who has found naught?”
    The steady pad of steps upon the grass grew.
    “My men are returning. Stay still, please.” She turned toward her incoming warriors.
    Stay? Like bloody hell. He shoved the blanket away. His body trembling, Trálin shoved into a sitting position.
    At the soft scrape of his body against the frozen ground, she turned. Her eyes widened. “What are you doing?”
    “Standing.” Pain burst through Trálin as he struggled to his feet. His vision blurred, and he wavered.
    Catarine caught his forearm, her hold gentle. “Please lay back down; your wounds are serious.”
    Thankful his eyesight was clearing, he ignored the pounding in his head and focused on the approaching warriors. “Mayhap, but I have suffered worse.” Nor would he lay helpless around strangers, more so those who would nae reveal their full names.
    The soft crunch of grass sounded nearby.
    A fierce-looking man with coal-black hair secured behind his back met his gaze, glanced at her hand, then frowned. “He is awake, then.”
    “Aye.” Red touched her cheeks as she withdrew her hand from Trálin’s arm.
    “’Twould seem he will recover,” the dark-haired man stated, little welcome in his voice.
    She cleared her throat. “He will need to rest.”
    Uneasy silence fell between them.
    “Atair,” Lady Catarine said, “did you find anything?”
    The dark-haired man grimaced. “’Tis best if we speak in private.”
    “Nay,” Trálin stated, anger storming past the pain. “You will speak here.”
    The woman whirled. “You will nae—”
    “My king and queen have been abducted, you avoid telling me who your father is, nor have you told me from what clan you hail,” Trálin stated, far from giving a damn if his outburst pleased her. “I demand an answer.”
    The hiss of a blade echoed in the air as the dark-haired man stepped forward. “You will nae speak to Pr—”
    “Atair!” Lady Catarine ordered. “Enough.”
    The warrior muttered a curse. With a cool look, he sheathed his sword. Her face paled. “My regrets, Lord Grey.”
    “Do nae apologize, my lady. Your knight but defends you,” Trálin said. “If I stood in his stead, I would do the same.”
    Sunlight flickered over the horizon, the golden rays shimmering off the mist-laden grass. Time was passing. He must give chase if he was to save his king and queen. “My lady, you seek English knights, why?”
    The dark-haired warrior stiffened at her side.
    Her wary eyes studied him. “The reasons are my own.”
    “Nae if they involve my king,” Trálin stated.
    “They do nae,” she replied.
    Lord Grey hesitated. “You are sure?”
    “Tell him nothing,” the dark-haired warrior stated.
    With a frustrated sigh, she faced the man. “Atair, did you find any sign of the trail?”
    The dark-haired knight shot Trálin a cool look before turning back to her. “Naught. ’Twas the same as before.”
    Her shoulders sagged. Lady Catarine met Trálin’s gaze, the anger and pain